Four Years

I wonder when I’ll stop counting my years here and move onto the vague, “I think it’s been six years or so?” statement of most transplants I know. I’m still keeping track this year — it’s my fourth anniversary. Four years ago I started my job, met Matt, and began life here, which is funny because I ended up starting my maternity leave just shy of that exact four year date.

I’m already at the point where I think I’m not marveling about it anymore — no more “I was going to stay for one year and wow, look how long it’s been!” I’m just here with my house, the sunrise view from my living room window, my husband, a warm fire in the woodstove and our baby wiggling around in my belly; and I’m accepting that this is life and it’s pretty awesome and I’m glad for the combination of fate and decisions that got me here.

I’m looking forward to my fifth year here — I get to view it from the eyes of a new mom, and as someone who can participate in town activities and events rather than just observing and reporting, which is going to feel all-new to me! I’m excited for our daughter’s first year and I think it’s sort of neat how it lined up that her birth will fall somewhere in this anniversary of new beginnings. It just seems fitting, like it was meant to be.

Here’s to another happy anniversary!

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  1. Catherine says:

    Such a beautiful post! Happy anniversary.

    1. Shayla says:

      Thank you! 🙂

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